A Dragon's Slave Ch. 01

She nods, and immediately takes her arms off of me with a bright blush.

"Y-You'd best...slave..." She says, sounding rather uncommitted. I smile and nod as I get the pants and walk behind her. I place the pants against her rear, rubbing her hips through the boxers as I do so. She squirms a bit, and I smile as I stifle a giggle.

She wasn't kidding when she said that this new body was sensitive...

Once I've marked down where to cut a hole for her tail, and cut said hole, I have Nightwing lie down on the bed. She lays on her back, not even warning me to not tell her what to do as she holds out her legs for the pants - and my treatment. I slowly pull each of the legs over her feet, and then begin to smoothly tug the pants onto her thighs. Once that's done, I stand in between her legs and pull them the rest of the way up, leaning into her and rubbing her thighs and hips the entire time. Once I'm done, my crotch is about one inch from making contact with hers - and if my erect cock were to escape from my pants, they would make contact, with about seven inches to spare. I resist the urge to let the hound loose upon the pussy, and settle on gently rubbing her legs and hips instead. She closes her eyes and makes high-pitches sounds of excitement as my hands go over her scales, the tough ridges gently digging into my hands for pleasurable traction.

Finally, I have her stand, and get behind her. "I'm going to do the shirt now," I whisper into her ear, placing one hand on either of her hips and rubbing up against her. She moans softly as she leans into me, her ass just against my fully erect cock, the fabric swishing together in their futile attempt to contain our lust. "But first...I've got to take some measurements..."

She simply nods, and reaches back to put a hand on my shoulder as I slowly move mine up her body. I stop at her navel and clasp my hands together, holding her in a gentle embrace as I begin to kiss her neck. She gasps and places a hand on mine, now rubbing her ass against my cock with a steady rhythm. I begin to hump against her, the scales of her back gently scraping against my chest in arousing contact. My cock keeps bulging against my clothes, but never making true contact with her beatiful ass - for which I curse our necessity for clothes.

After a few kisses on her neck, I start to move my hands up again, and stop just beneath her breasts, massaging her ribs and occasionally letting a finger brush against one of her beautifully full tits. After a little bit, and once she's panting in earnest, I then raise my hands to envelope both of the huge mounds. She gasps again, her ass picking up pace on my cock as she whimpers lightly. I kiss her on the back of her neck as I reciprocate by picking up the speed of my humping. At the same time, I begin to massage her tits, and hesitate as I feel my cock begin to twitch. I pick up the pace of my massaging, knowing that I'm going to cum relatively soon.

"My...pussy..." Nightwing whispers, surprising me. "You...earned it...slave..."

I take that as a "please" and slide my hand down her chest and into her pants, finding a source of heat and liquid. I raise my eyebrows as I find that her cunt his dripping wet with arousal, and knead her breast a bit more firmly.

Still kissing her neck, and lightly nibbling the scales, I split my fingers apart, pulling her pussy lips with them. After I've done that a few times, I slowly run a finger through the slit, pausing over her pussy hole each time I pass it. Finally, when she's practically humping my hand in an attempt to get my finger in, I slide one finger into her. As soon as it's in, she screams and starts to rub her ass against my cock much more fervently. I pant into her neck, barely able to contain myself as I feel myself about to explode.

"Nightwing, I...I'm gonna cum..." I manage to pant into her neck.

"Do it...cum...cum with me, Peter..." She pants as she tilts her head back, her lips brushing against mine. "Cum with me..."

Unable to restrain myself, I press my lips to hers in a kiss and slide a second finger into her pussy at the same time. Her eyebrows arch and I feel one of her hands on my cheek. I'm about to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation when her other hand leaves my shoulder and worms its way down my pants to grasp my cock, which causes my eyes to open wide and my cock to begin its first spasms.

"Cumming..." I whisper.

"Me too..."

I kiss her again, this time thrusting my tongue into her mouth with lust and need. At the exact time that our tongues make contact, we both begin to cum in earnest, soaking our pants and covering each other's hands.

Panting and closing her eyes, Nightwing rests her head on my shoulder and takes her hand out of my pants. Observing the cum on her fingers, she chuckles lightly. "Looks like I wasted that water cleaning up before..." I smile with her, and she licks a bit off, sticking her tongue out in disgust as soon as she does. "Eugh...this tastes disgusting...I've gotta go wash my hand..."

I watch her go in amusement, and decide to taste her cum. The instant it makes contact, it feels as if I've licked a bucket of mother-fucking lava!

I rush after her to the water pump, waving my tongue in desperation for relief. She giggles silently as she watches me drink water right from the pipes.

"You performed well," she informs me. I smirk as I stand up.

"Oh?" I approach her, and place my hands on her hips.

"What are you doing, slave?" She asks me, frowning in confusion as she pushes my hands away. "It is over; your job is done. I have congratulated you upon your performance, and now we move on."

"So...we act like that never happened?" I ask, confused. "We just...act the same? No changes to how we treat each other?"

"We are still slave and Dragoness," she reminds me. "Nothing more - you just have one...several, more responsibilities now." She smiles at me. "But now, I cannot cut your cock off."

I can't help but laugh a bit at that. "Alright, well...we've gotta get changed," I inform her. "That made a, uh...a bit of a mess."

"Ah, slave, so young," she sighs. "Here - let me show you a trick I learned long ago." She kneels down, and before I can say anything she's breathing hot air onto my pants. I bluster at the sensation, and find that my pants are now toasty, warm, and, most importantly, dry.

"Did you dry yourself?"

"Yes, I did," she responds. She observes the sky. "Alas, we spent the entire day pleasuring me. We must stay the night, as you cannot see in the dark, and I will not risk your injury."

I frown to myself. "Hey, Nightwing? I, uh...I can't help but notice that you're acting a bit...differently."

"I haven't been sexually stimulated in over four hundred years," she dryly remarks. "Of course I'm acting differently -- do you have any idea how much your actions just relieved me, Peter?"

I feel somewhat proud of myself as we go back into the house, nodding to myself as we go.

"Now, will you please assist me with adorning my shirt?" She asks. I shake my head at how much her demeanor has changed -- she's smiling from ear to ear now, and I muse about how effective a good sexy-time can be on someone's mood.

"Sure," I respond. I get it ready, and eye her breasts. "Uh...no funny business?"

Nightwing smiles at me. "You can, if you like," she responds. That hits me like lightning -- I've got to be her sex slave more often, if she's going to act like this! She's downright pleasant!

"Alright," I respond. I stand behind her, and gently guide her arms into the sleeves. I tug the shirt against her frame, gently fondling her breasts as I do so, hoping to avoid another instance of intercourse such as we experienced before -- not only am I exhausted from doing that while standing up, I also don't want to have to take off her clothes, because I would not settle for just grinding this time -- no way in hell.

Once I'm done adjusting the shirt, I take out the pins and sew in the strands of fabric at the right spots, and tie them so that the shirt is snug, but not too tight. I then wrap my arms around her from behind and gently sway with her.

"So...where d'you wanna sleep tonight?" I ask, hope bubbling like a small cauldron.

She withdraws from my embrace, and I can see that she's blushing a bit. "Well...I don't want to let you out of my sight..." She glances around a bit, and I want to shout at her to just say what she wants.

"We will sleep in the same bed," she informs me. "Not sleep together, as humans refer to intercourse -- simply in the same bed."

"Sounds good to me," I respond. "I'll get it ready."

She nods, and I carelessly toss the bag I packed earlier off of my bed.

"It's ready."

We climb in together, after I take off my shoes. I attempt to wrap an arm around her, as I do with any woman that I've been intimate with, and she pulls away from me.

"I told you -- our sexual interaction had ended."

"This isn't sexual," I assert. "Just let me show you -- I think you'll like it." I pale as I remember what she said about respect. "Please?"

She seems to contemplate it for a few moments before giving in with a sigh. "You understand the human habit more than I do -- pray tell, what is this action called, before we partake in it?"

"Snuggling," I respond. "It's nice."

Nightwing nods in understanding, and I wrap an arm around her again. She remains as stiff as a board.

"You know, it's not just putting my arm around you," I inform her. "You can rest your head on my shoulder or my chest, you could curl up next to me -- it's up to you. I guess...you should just do what feels natural, or whatever. I mean, you know -- if you want to." I make sure to seem timid and undemanding, lest she decides that she doesn't need my dick as much as she thought she did.

She grumbles something, and I feel her shifting about. Finally, after an agonizing few minutes of her trying different positions, she settles on one she likes -- on her side, with her head resting just where my shoulder connects to my chest, with her legs curled up and a hand resting on my stomach. I wrap my arm a bit tighter around her, and smile as I nuzzle her hair gently.

A few minutes into our cuddling, I've nearly fallen asleep, and Nightwing begins to stir. I sigh inwardly.

"You don't like it?" I ask, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"No -- on the contrary, I like it very much. It's one of the nuances of human life that has never found its way into that of dragons," Nightwing informs me. "I just wanted to inform you of a new responsibility that you can add to your list."

"Oh?"

"Cuddle slave."

I can't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" She demands, seemingly insulted by my laughter.

"It's just...that's the most adorable use of the term 'slave' I've ever heard in my entire life!" I grin at her. "Just for future reference, people that always cuddle together are called 'cuddle buddies'."

"I like 'cuddle slave' more."

"Of course you do," I respond with a smirk. "You like calling me slave."

"Hmm..."

I smile as she cuddles into me a bit more, and look down at her to gauge her reaction. I'm surprised to see that she's already asleep. She must really like it -- especially if this is her first time cuddling! I smile in affection for the dragon, as she reminds me of a young woman, finding her sexuality for the first time, as well as her ability to be intimate in general. It's quite adorable, really.

I decide that it's about time for me to get to sleep, so I rub Nightwing's shoulder gently and shut my eyes. I only hope that the rest of the time I spend with her can be as pleasant as today...

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So, what did you guys think of this chapter? I was really focusing on the quality of it, and how the sexual scene was incorporated, but then I realized that I don't need to worry about quality that much: I'm writing this for a website that centers around literary porn. I'm pretty sure that, as long as there's porn to which at least one person can shoot off a load, it's considered good literotica.

In any case, there will actually be a storyline to this, well...story, concerning Elves and Humans and another species that is NOT Dwarves, but is referred to as the Others. Not the Others from LOST, but Others nonetheless.

Also, boop.